Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1887-08-18

was so shy and awkward and bash.
ful. And Florence Castleton often
joined the laugh, silvery; yet no one
offered him any disrcspcct. Indeed
they all acknowledged him to be "a
good young man, but so homely
and awkwardr'
Florence had pretty voice for
singing, and used to play upon n
guitar, beautiful one, inlaid with
pearl, which her guardian had Civ
en- her. One evening, after David
Atwood had been mt the house about
six weeks, she brought il down into
the parlor and sat down to play.
The young men gathered around TO
sing with he, Young Martin sang
very well, and Charley Childs sang
better. When they were singing
David Atwood came in.
He slipped into corner and sat
down in his shy way, and was un-
noticed until Dick Manchester. who
was restless for mischief, called out
"Mr. Atwood, won't you come
and sing with usi"
IL do not sing" he said, quietly.
"Nor playi' asked Dick.
"Only upon the VIOLIN" he ans.
wcrcd.
Florence was aslhrumming her quit.
ar carclessly.
Wont Mr.. Atwood let us hear
him play upon his violini" asked
Dick giancing slyly at Martin rs il
he were starting game. All awaited
Atwood's answer with certain
degree Of interest.
II have not used my violin since
! came here. will unpack il, and il
none of the strings are broken.
will play" said Atwood; and he
rose quietly and went out of the
room.
How could you say that Dicki
He probably plays exccrably," said
Miss Jeanette Manchester, Dicks
sister.
81 never knew country bump.
kin who hadn't fantasy for a fid.
de-" said Martin. There, he's
coming back! Now If any one has
fastidious musical sensibilitics, I'd
advise him to decamp."
Il shall stay, answered Dick.
well all stay and see the fun"
said Grove, sitting down by Miss
Castlcton.
David came in. ! began to un
derstand what was coming as nc
bent his head over the violin and
drew the bow lightly across the
strings. In a moment Inc glided
softly into the air of Verdi's, so light
and graceful that il was like the fall
of sea spray. Every eye and ear
was given in rspt attention.; some
i'll troubled doubt, as If they could
not believe their own senses, some
IN spleen or envy, and all i'm amaze.
ment' Astonishment was the pre-
vailing emotion.
When he had finished the opera
air, he asked:
"ls there any tune you would par.
ticUlarly likei" and he glanced to.
ward the side of the room where
Florence Castlcton sat, rather than
at Dick and Martin.
"Will you play the Phantom
Chorus from FAUST asked Flor.
ence; and the mild, sweet tones
came forth obediently, in beautiful
perfection. Air followed air. The
company sat tpell-bound until the
suddenly revealed musician laid
down his bow. A chorus Of eulo.
CYSTIC phrases and expressions Of
gratitude followed, but David AT.
wood smiled only at Florence Cas-
tletOn's simple remark:
I'VE thank your
lie left the room. a little while
after, ] went through the hall and
met him.
=" You have surprised and delight.
ed us all with your performance, Mr..
Atwood" taid.
He smiled.
Il learned to play TO please lit.
tle sick sister had once" he an.
swered. "Since she died, ! do not
care TO play much, although love
mucic."
Just then Florence Castleton flit.
ted by and went up stairs. Thought
she had heard what he said.
DO you think she liked ~" he
said, with amusing simplicity and
directness.
Yes, ] am sure she did" an.
swered.
"Shei is pretty, isn't shci' said he,
with the same amusing naiUete.
Yes" answered.
lie sighed.
Good night" I said.
Goodnight" he responded and
went into his room.
] smiled At my thoughts rs I let
down my hair before my dressing.
glass. Yet it might prove hardly
smiling matter for poor honest Tel.
low like David Atwood to get IN
love with Florence Casllcton, the
beauty and hciress.
IL soon became perceptible TO al
observing people, low much David
Atwood was in love with Miss Cas-.
Teton. She OWNED IL swiftly, and
! thought it did not displease her
The others rallied her. but she put
Oh their jests lightly, and was none